Sunday, Poopy Sunday

As some of you know, my husband drives a Zamboni for grocery money. So, today is my day to watch the kids alone. Usually, I really enjoy this opportunity for quality time with the babies for most of the morning, but around hour 6 or 7 I start to watch the clock as the kids' charms wear quite thin. Truth be told, the kids are ready for a nap and I am ready for a valium. Sadly, neither ever happens.

Anyway, my other half leaves at 6:00 AM, and usually the kids and I are already up. However we went to a Christmas party last night and everybody was up pretty late, so we got up at about 7:00. It was pretty nice to sleep in. Normally our days start at 5:30, weekend or weekday. Once w were up, the Pumpkin Man had a diaper change and a feeding, and I called daddy to say good morning. By the time I was done on the phone, Peanut was awake and joined us for a breakfast of Trader Joe's yogurt and bananas.

Then we watched Max and Ruby and Dora, until I noticed my daughter picking up something with a piece of tissue. I thought she was mimicking Dora's star catching, but no. When I asked her, she informed me that she was "cleaning up the poop." Now, I was nervous. We are working on potty training and she had been sans diaper for about an hour. I asked her if she pooped on the floor. She told me, "No, no. It's Ruby's poop. Poop that Ruby threw up." At this point I have no idea if she means Max and Ruby or our dog Ruby, But the image of anyone vomiting poop is more than I can bear on a belly full of yogurt and banana. All I know is I'm not going to look for it, so, I let the matter drop. Hopefully, if the dog is vomiting poop, Daddy will find it before the Pumpkin Man.